When I asked Martha Kirk to do a couple of guest posts for me, I had no idea that she would ask her daughter-in-law, Hartlee Kirk, to do one of the posts. If you have read Martha’s recent post, you know that she actually wrote about her prayers for Hartlee, even before they knew one another. And today, we have the joy …
Rural Relations and the Crosbyton Review
Our small town newspaper may have been the last of its kind. A main stay in the community, they not only circulated a weekly, rural chronicle, but their front office also sold Big Chief tablets, mod stationery, and mimeograph paper to the local populace. More than a mere publishing company, the Crosbyton Review was a reflection of our region’s three-thousand-residents …
All I Really Needed to Know, I Learned in Second-Grade
They say that all you really need to know, you learn in kindergarten. Well, I didn’t go to kindergarten. And since I’m a slow learner, I didn’t get the important stuff till second-grade. And there I learned that you should share everything. (Except maybe for saliva.) This was pretty apparent because Mrs. Crouch had stressed this from …
The Delight of Dairy Queen
“Live a little.” Dairy Queen’s slogan had been airing on TV for some time, but now it was our turn to experience it. Our town’s very own DQ opened along the drag. It wasn’t like we didn’t have a drive-in. My family had been going to Murrell’s after church every fourth Sunday for years. Not only was their …
Charles Dickens and Sleepovers
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity.” I’m speaking of course about childhood slumber parties. This was indeed the best of times. In our small town, slumber parties were usually celebrating …
Tutti’s Panties
“Dear Diary, Today, I lost Tutti’s panties.” Possibly, for you, losing a doll’s underwear may not be a traumatic event, but to this seven-year-old, it proved journal worthy. Now, a second-grade diary is filled with the ups and downs of daily life. The birth of kittens. A fish fry with friends. A spelling bee at school. The backfired plot to frighten …
Back in the U.S.Aye
“Table for two?” Martha and I nodded. I was home from Asia and looking forward to lunch with my high school friend. Surveying the restaurant, I was reminded that I was back in America. No plastic sushi on display, no Chinese characters explaining the day’s specials and no ducks hanging by their roasted necks. The only roasted necks …
What His Hand Feels Like (Pt. 3)
Today, Martha Kirk finishes up the last of her three-part series. If you missed either of her other posts, check them out to get the whole story: Part 1 – Part 2. ———————- “During my hospital stay, I experienced many healing touches. I was forced to completely rely on others to fulfill almost every need, plus my many wants. The …
What His Hand Feels Like (Pt 2)
Guest blogger, Martha Kirk continues her frightening story of her recent roll-over accident. Read Part 1 to catch up, if you haven’t already done so. —————————— “As I was strapped to the hard board, the volunteers carried me across the field to the awaiting ambulance. I repeated over and over, “I think my right leg is falling off the board.” …
What His Hand Feels Like (Pt.1)
Guest blogging for Hungry For More over the next few posts is Martha Kirk. If I told you how long we had been friends, it might betray our age, since we’ve known each other since second grade. Just weeks ago, Martha was in an agonizing accident, which she has agreed to share. What better way to grapple with the spiritual …